Unspoken Fabric

[Verse 1]
Across the murmuring room, your posture starts to fray,
A silent language understood, before a word can sway.
The way your hands would trace the air, a shadow of despair,
A worn-out fabric of regret, too delicate to share.

[Chorus]
Oh, the silent weave between us, a thread I can't undo,
A tapestry of knowing, just me and you.
It pulls and gathers in the dark, a bittersweet embrace,
No need for words, just this soft trace.

[Verse 2]
The jasmine-scented air hangs thick, a memory-laced design,
As streetlights cast a muted gleam, on worries that entwine.
A subtle turn, a fleeting glance, like dew-kissed silk unraveling slow,
The quiet story in your eyes, a place my spirit knows.

[Chorus]
Oh, the silent weave between us, a thread I can't undo,
A tapestry of knowing, just me and you.
It pulls and gathers in the dark, a bittersweet embrace,
No need for words, just this soft trace.

[Bridge]
We’ve stitched these moments into time, a fragile, velvet seam,
An iridescent patchwork of a half-forgotten dream.
This quiet ache, a resonance, beneath the urban hum,
A freedom found in tethered souls, where solace gently comes.

[Outro]
Your silhouette, a whispered prayer, across the shadowed floor,
My fingers tracing lines unseen, forever wanting more.